In this month of thankfulness, let us remember the women whose small, quiet contributions have allowed us to walk proudly.
Write their stories. Share your knowledge.
Give Thanks to be in a group which encourages forgotten lives to step into the light.
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WWW President 2020-2021
I’ve never talked about Miss Laura Jean but
I’m thankful for her.
She taught me how to pick cotton without making my fingers bleed.
And how to make noodles if only two handfuls of flour were left in the kitchen.
For birthdays, she gave me money. The dollar bill was always flat and folded in a little square—recently removed from its hiding place in a book.
She once told me she cried each day in the cotton field. Her newborn also cried nearby, from beneath the shade tree. She couldn’t understand why she couldn’t stop crying.
She never saw an ocean. I don’t think she missed it.
She never learned to drive. She missed it.
She saw plenty of dirt. And sun. And wind. And children.
Her example taught all of us how to get by.
She never won an award—but never expected one.
The only plaque that shows her name is in the cemetery.
She’s one of the many women of the West whose story is rolled into the stories of others.
We love, we resist, we persevere and move forward, pushed by her and now-silent women.
I am thankful for Miss Laura Jean.
I am thankful to be in an organization which so lovingly and diligently tells the stories of our mothers
And their mothers
And the women that came before.
Miss Laura Jean would have loved it, here.
B. K. Froman